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Post by Harry Dark on Sept 1, 2007 11:38:23 GMT -5
Harry sat down in the seat next to the left hand window, looking out onto the twin engines on that side. He fully expected no-one to sit next to him, so he just looked out of the window, watching the engines rotate quickly. He was half conscious of some sort of commotion going on nearby, and someone storming off, closely followed by someone else. Harry shrugged, and hoped that Hawaii was going to be at least interesting, even if he was going to spend his time sat on his own never talking to anyone.
Harry reached up into his hand-luggage and grabbed his water bottle, it was already hot. He drank some of it, and screwed the cap back on, wanting to save some for later in the flight. He looked back out of the window at the clouds, the fluffy whiteness reflecting in his glasses.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 1, 2007 14:08:34 GMT -5
Brad stalked off into the back of the plane, Acacia hot on his heels. He could hear her breathing; smell her perfume. He stopped abruptly, starting out of the plane window, his fear of heights suddenly coming back to him. He closed his eyes, and the smallest tear ran down his cheek. How could such an old friend turn into such a mortal enemy?
Her heard her voice, and slowly turned, looking into her milky eyes. He said nothing for a moment, yet the silence was not awkward. Finally he said, “I’m so sorry, Acacia.” His tone was hurt, torn, and miserable. “I realize how horrible it was, and I’ll understand if you never talk to me again.”
He turned and whipped a tear away. Without looking at her he said, “You know, it wasn’t all out of spite against Hector. I really like you.” And then he turned to her, and ran his hand, slowly, through her long black hair. “You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.”
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 1, 2007 14:24:00 GMT -5
Acacia resisted the urge to walk up and place her hand on his shoulder again as she saw him sit down. Watching him she felt kind of bad for him. From what she got of the conversation, well fight, the two boys used to be friends, and now it seemed like they were enemies. Closing her eyes she leaned her back against the plane's wall thinking.
The silence that was still between them wasn't awkward. But, it was as if she was giving him her comfort mentally. Absentmindedly she played with the small cross necklace that was resting on her neck. Her eyes opened slowly as she heard his words. “You know, it wasn’t all out of spite against Hector. I really like you.” Acacia could feel her heart start fluttering. Did he really mean what he just said? Did he really like her? How was that possible, they just met only a half-hour ago.[/i] Taking in a small gasp of air she moved closer to him as he ran a hand through her hair. That small motion, made Acacia feel calm and she relaxed against him, espcially after what he said next. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.”
Acacia resisted the temptation to widen her eyes in shock. She was so pleasantly surprised that her mind froze and she couldn't even think. Leaning into the touch of his hand in her hair she spoke. " You're way too nice. I'm anything but, amazing." But even as she spoke the words she tilted her head and leaned in until her lips were pressed against his gently. Slipping her tongue into his mouth she kissed him and let her arms wrap around his neck. [/color][/size]
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 1, 2007 16:39:27 GMT -5
The kiss seemed to drag on and on for hours, when in reality it was only for about a minuet. When the kiss ended, the two broke apart, their chests both heaving from their rigorous kiss. “I guess you felt it too.” Brad whispered into her ear, taking one of her hands and leading her into a side room. The room, small and compact, had a small table, bolted to the floor, a few small seats, and a couch. The door was of old metal, which locked security. Brad locked the door, and turned off the light switch. “Now we can have some privacy.”
He kissed her once, teasing her for more. He took off his outer shirt, the pale blue sleeveless shirt, his white undershirt the only shirt on him now. He sat down on the couch and then waited for her reaction. Would she think he was being too forward? He hoped not. Could she blame him for wanting her? She was beautiful, and she knew it. Was it too much to ask?
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 1, 2007 17:08:47 GMT -5
Her chest rose and fell gently as she heaved from the kiss. Her breath seemed to almost catch in her throat. Acacia gave a soft smile as he whispered in her ear. Looking in his bright blue eyes she gave a look that said her answer. She had felt it the first time he kissed her. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in almost forever. But, at the moment she couldn't place what the feeling was that she had felt. Hopefully, though she would figure it out soon enough.
As he grabbed her hand she followed him. She was about to ask where they were going and but, before she had a chance, he found a small room. When the lights went out and she heard the door lock, Acacia rolled her eyes but smiled. This was to be expected of the guy. Her cousin did say that most of them had a one track mind. And basically, it was centered around girls. Giving a soft smmile she felt his lips against hers again. This time they were teasing her. When he took his outer shirt off she made up her mind, she wasn't going to be taking off hers. They had just met. Acacia didn't think he was being too forward but her mind over-thought things a little at times.
Walking over to him she sat next to him on the couch, the shocked expression still on her face a little from when he had taken his outer shirt off. A comfortable silence fell over them and she just sat there, wandering what to do next.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 1, 2007 17:20:28 GMT -5
Brad sat there, looking into her amazing features. Then slowly laid back, his head finally resting on the arm rest at the end of the couch. He stretched his arms back, and then relaxed. If they were caught, he knew they would be dead. But that was part of the fun.
“What do you think of me, Acacia?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. “Honestly. Tell me what’s in your heart.” He looked up at her, his heart crying out for her. He wanted her on top of him, his arms worming around her waist, is tongue around hers. But the time for that was not now. He didn’t want to push her away. If she wanted him, it would be her turn to move. He had made a successful attempt to win her over, but now she had to make the next move. And when she did, Brad would do whatever she wanted. A sick pleasure ran through his body as he starred at her.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 1, 2007 17:31:00 GMT -5
Acacia looked around the room. The thought of being caught any minute was thrilling. That's what brought half of the excitement. The other half was her falling for him. And that was all it took, she was in love. Head over heals. Now, she only hoped he felt the same way.
A little surprised at the question he asked her, she leaned on top of him and placed her head on his shoulder and her arms around his waist. He had made the first move, and now it was her turn. She just hoped this wasn't a joke. "I think you're a very nice and charming young man. From the few hours that I've known you, I-" She cut herself off. Was it the right thing to do? Tell him that she loved him?
Acacia let her small hand gently rub up and down his forearm. Curling up next to him, she leaned her head up and looked at him. " I think, I'm in love with you."
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 1, 2007 17:45:54 GMT -5
]Brad let out a breath of pressure as she got on top of him. It was exactly what he wanted. Brad had a very curious way of getting exactly what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. She was close too him, almost too close. As she said I think, I’m in love with you, Brad laughed a little.
“Darling, you don’t love me. Not yet, at least.” He said, looking into her eyes. “I, on the other hand, love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my life.” And as he said it, he rolled her around and now he was on top of her. He slowly put his lips on hers, his kiss growing in intensity every second. She belonged with him, and perhaps they would be together for the rest of their life. Little did they know, this was a very possible thing.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 1, 2007 18:00:30 GMT -5
A curious look crossed her features as he laughed a little. Opening her mouth to ask what was funny he spoke. Suddenly she wandered if she had been too forward. What would he think of her? Most importantly,what would he think about what she said? Giving a soft sigh she kept her gaze on him.
As he said ' Darling you don't love me, not yet at least.' she wandered what he meant by what he said. Her mind gave a mental sigh as it started to get aggravated that it kept thinking too deep into things.
“I, on the other hand, love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my life.” Hearing those words as he rolled her over her heart starting racing again. Then he kissed her with intensity. She returned it and if possible, added intensity to it. Not breaking the kiss she snaked her arms around his neck. What seemed like an eternity later, she broke the kiss out of breath. "No fair. You can love me but I can't love you?" She asked teasingly barely above a whisper.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 1, 2007 18:57:53 GMT -5
Looking into her eyes, he laughed slightly and then started to kiss her again. Near the end of the moment long kiss, his hands had gone about two inches up her shirt, his open hand on her flat stomach. For a moment, he forgot about everything: life, his fight with Hector, the trip. Everything was wonderful as long as he had Acacia.
Then there was an enormous explosion outside. The plane shook roughly as through it had been torn from it’s engines. Brad and Acacia were thrown up to the ceiling, everything flying around them. The plane was falling out of the sky!
Brad screamed, holding Acacia to him. Her warmth made him feel better, but he feared their deaths were near. They had just met. Everything seemed perfect, yet now they were about to die. A couple of tears ran down his face as he looked into her eyes.
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Post by Hector Tobias on Sept 1, 2007 19:04:55 GMT -5
Hector was speechless. If the boy had been any other guy, any other person, the girl would have slapped him across the face and stalked off. Yet of course, she had not. Who could resist the perfect Brad Dorian. The charming, smart, sexy Brad Dorian.
As the two moved into the back of the plane, the people in front of him cat called. “A fitting end to a public display of affection” Tobias thought to himself. And as they went into a small compartment in the back, Tobias’s mind ran wild, thinking about what they were doing. What if they were having sex? What if …
The moments dragged on and the pair did not emerge. Finally, Tobias lost interest. The sky outside was getting grayer by the moment. “Very interesting…” He thought. Then there was an enormous blast! Out of the window, Hector saw a bolt of lightning hit the left engine. The engine had exploded on impact and now the plane was falling down, down, down.
Hector had not been wearing a seatbelt, as he was instructed by the flight attendant. He was thrown forward, fell ahead about thirty feet, and then grabbed onto the head rest of an empty seat, clinging to the headrest with all of his might. Everyone around him screamed. They were all about to crash and die.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 1, 2007 19:24:42 GMT -5
Acacia let her hands go on his. They weren't having sex on the plane. That was absurd and she hoped that nobody thought that. Though the chance of that happening were slim to none. As she felt his open hand on her stomach all thoughts that were flooding her head left. Nothing mattered anymore. Just the two of them. Everything was perfect...
Acacia screamed in fear as she was tossed up to the ceiling. She looked around squinting trying to see anything but, as the lights were off she saw nothing except, Brad's face which was right next to her. The sound of the plane falling towards the ocean was the only thing that she could hear.
Acacia looked into his eyes as she felt his look in hers. Curling up into him she placed her hand on the side of his face and wiped away his tears with her thumb."I love you Brad Dorian. And I always will. Forever and always." Her own tears were threatening to come out. Praying she squinted around the room as she smelled smoke. Acacia gave a scream as and her eyes widened as she saw a bright orange flame on the other side of the room. As they both were on the gloor and back against the wall, Acacia backed up into him and looked around trying to find a way out.
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Post by Kirsty Thomas on Sept 1, 2007 20:39:12 GMT -5
Kirsty stopped her dancing to watch the two go into a room. Seconds later, the lights clicked off. Shaking her head, she was totally disgusted. Only knew each other for an hour and they were already "in love". Turning around, she looked at the new guy. He was also pretty cute.
Suddenly, the plane lurched and Kirsty fell forwards as it dove towards the water. Her head smashed off a chair arm and it was cut open, blood driping down her face into her eyes. They burned and she placed her left hand on the cut, standing slowly. Looking out the window, she nearly fainted. The plane was heading for a tiny island, and they would crash and die.
Screaming as the plane lurched again, she fell into a seat next to the new guy. Her fingers were white on the arm of the chair, knuckles throbbing from the tensity of the grip. Breathing heavily, she turned to Annie.
Annie! Whats going on? she hollered to her friend. Brad and Acacia were nowhere to be seen, and Kirsty was here with Annie, Brandi, Hector, and the new guy. Standing wobbly, she slowly made her way to Annie again, her face ghostly white and frightened. Shaking from head to toe, she looked around. Who would help the pilot? What would happen to them?
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Post by Troy Evans on Sept 1, 2007 20:49:17 GMT -5
Troy walked down the aisle of the plane, a wide grin on his face. So many new people, so many new potential friends! Stowing his bag on a shelf, he sat down by himself. For now, he just wanted to be by himself.
The plane lurched and Troy was flung from his seat and into the aisle. Standing, he looked into the faces of three pretty ladies. Grinning, he winked and brushed off his pants. The baggy blue jeans covered his worn out converse shoes. The lime green strings had little guitars on them. Grabbing his own guitar from the floor next to him, he made sure it was fine.
Everyone stay calm! If we're to get through this, we need to stay calm and work together. Get all soft materials together, and form a barrier for everyone to get in. That can protect us from the debri from the plane crashing.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 1, 2007 20:52:13 GMT -5
So this was the end. What a short life. There was so much he still desired, but at least he was going out of this world with his only true love. “You are my sunshine.” He said to her, holding her tight. “My eternal love.” And then he kissed her, wanting his last second on earth to be spent kissing her.
The seconds dragged on, while the two continued to share one last kiss. And then it happened. There was an enormous crash, and the two were thrown from the ceiling, to the wall, which that couch had sat against. A metal bar gashed Brad’s arm as they hit, but he was successful in attempting to keep Acacia as comfortable as possible. They hit the wall hard, and Brad was temporarily knocked unconscious. Were they dead? Or did they somehow survive? If they survived the crash, surly now they were about to drowned, an even worse fate.
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